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"She had been waiting, 

for her knight. 

Her proper gentleman, 

the one who at night

would hold her tight,

the only way

that seemed right

to sleep.

So deep,

was her love

for someone she hadn't met yet, 

it kept her away

from the others.

No prince

could ever save this

damsel in distress. 

She was busy, anyway.

But on one

humid, busy day,

one said hello.

And in a blur of a year,

she realized 

she had said 'yes', 

with stone like Ocean

adorned on left hand.

She was happy.

She was going to unite 

with one whom

she had searched 

her entire life for.

One who loves her

for who she is,

and every thing

that implies.

He is no knight, 

no master-commander,

just a man

who has a way with words; 

or so he likes to think.

All she wants,

is to ink into passing

the change of last name.

A light love story, 

that began two year ago,

one busy day.

"The Castle was gigantic. 

Expansive, was it's wide thrust,

filled with cracks, crevices and uneven bricks

pock-marked with mortar turning to dust.

Inside the deep recess

was a dormant terror,

up in it's highest tower,

a princess lived, none fairer. 

But both were locked up,

the furnace inside the gargantuan beast

kept the Castle warm,

the ovens hot, promoting many a feast. 

But lest the monster

breaks its shackles!

As once had happened before,

the quest none could tackle.

Knight after knight

fell to the flame,

the winged lizard licking tongues

of fire all about, untamed. 

Many an arrow was shot

from hunters brave, 

but no purchase for any arrow

was, by the monster hide, gave. 

Spear was no better,

having been thrown hard and true,

but not a single mighty heft

would force a metal tip through.

Then one day,

the princess who lived above,

just asked, 'give me a chance!',

but her father would allow no tug.

So that night,

while the great serpent ravaged the land,

she scaled down her tall tower

with the most daring plan.

She crept along the meadow,

in the cold of the moonlit night,

and up the the snoozing beast

she stomped her boot with all her might.

The beast sprung up,

startled awake by such a petite thing,

but before he bellowed flame,

she started to sing.

Sweetly, softly, 

she sang out her heart,

and through spirit, ripped hers out,

and handed it over, so that they'd never be apart.

Since then,

the two remain locked up with no regret.

The land has since healed.

But many don't forget.

Of the Girl and her Wyrm,

the star-crossed lovers never meant to be.

And how through love and song

she saved all the eye could ever see."

These people wearing faces

Leaving traces, of no truth

Of all the lies that slide

Down their tongues; no couth

My ears ring in a rage

This war waging, inside

Stop your selfish craves

So we can coincide

Your sordid aura haunts

Straining to flaunt, with my light

No waves of illusion immerse

My bold, green armored knight.

"A soul, which is full of belief,
Always generous, clever,
Feels compassion and grief-
Blessed forever..."

Dedicated to the defenders of Rhodes.

The good natured dawn gives a new, ordinary day
For the one whose brave soul has no any fear,
And though this cutting wind tries to rip his worn but reliable cloak
From his tired and wounded shoulder,
Yet he drives all his vague heavy doubts away,
While he has this sharp sword in his hand and the spear
He will never step back from this border.
So he stands here like a solid unbreakable rock
For in order not to let any foe come further.
And the dry, dusty ground is covered with a smock,
That brings bitterness into the eyes and the smell of burning tar,
Yet he sees the sunrise and there somewhere far
A jamb of magnificent cranes flying in the blue sky
For a moment, it brings him a feeling of his native place
Where once he vowed to carry mercy and grace,
Everywhere, be always fair and honest, to despise any lie,
Even always be ready at any moment to die,
Stand a danger face to face…

Many others like him there are standing side by side
Clad in armour and holding their shields in their arms,
Every one of them has a hot hammering heart,
That filled with spirit of holy belief and the pride.
They’ve come here not from the fields or the farms,
All of them are the masters of military art.

Call of duty has brought them together this time
To defend their Order of Hospitallers,
That is based on the island Rhodes at the edge of two seas
With their brave and strong leader the Grand Master Phillip de Villiers,
Who is more like a father for them, he is their prime,
Who never has his sensitive vigilance at ease.

The hard Turkish shelling destroyed the bell tower of St. Paul’s Church,
But it has not shaken the faith of the citizens in the defence,
And the English tower is brutally blasted; it looks like a ruthless and demonic torch,
Yet the defenders are trying to stop the invaders, this cruelty, and this violence.

Janissaries occupied the shore,
Right outside the inner walls of the destroyed English Tower,
And the knights are all ready to meet them and give them a worthy repulse.
There’re broken stones and the dust, every inch of the ground is sore
From the rise of the rage, that has a brutal and boundless power,
So that everyone can feel its frantic pulse.

For the years in the past
On this fruitful and beautiful island
Many people's thoughts and experience,
Like a fresh, lively wind covered everything fast,
Brought for many weak, sleepy souls the enlightenment and clearance,
So it finally became for them their new home and their land
In where an earthly man found the long awaited goodness at last,
Witnessed genuine grace and true compassion appearance,
Even some say that also the touch of the god's holy hand
Helped the people to build the place from the dust.

And now is the time,
When the fate presents the strength test of all residents,
And it shakes the entire island from the top and beneath.
The exhausted bells filled with anxious chime;
Again and again confirming the horror presence,
The Grand Master pulls out his sharp sword from its sheath.

Here he gives a clear sign
To be ready to go on the offensive,
The Knights of Saint John are in full ready state
There’s no time to lose, now the time is expensive,
And they bravely go forward to meet their fate;
None of them intents to resign,
Every one of them stands at this gate.

There is one of them with wounded shoulder,
Who with others, pulls out his strong sword from its sheath,
When the sharp stabbing pain shoots through the knight's bleeding hand;
Though the pain is still the pain even when you are wiser and older,
Yet he goes with the others, he clenches his teeth,
For in order to take this decisive last stand.

And the deafening clang
Of the swords crashes into the air,
The gap in the ranks quickly narrows.
Now the soldiers in the front line get a powerful thunderous bang,
And the crossbows release their deadly sharp arrows,
Taking lives of the good men and the men of the attacking gang,
Indiscriminately, rough, and unfair.

Janissary swings his sword,
And brings it down onto the knight
But he dodges the blow at the very last moment,
Then the knight gives his enemy a full worthy fight,
And defeats the opponent
Without any effort.

Another truculent foe,
Takes the chance and attacks him,
Shouting furiously, swallowing the dust,
Janissary's leaden face is brutal and grim,
Now the knight misses a sharp, deadly thrust
Of the enemy’s spear, and the powerful blow
Brings him down so ruthlessly and very fast,
So that he falls unconscious without any vim.
But his struggling mind still goes with the flow,
Clenching his bloody fists as the last.

For a moment he feels
Like the strength leaves him quickly,
And the hectic environment dissolves into the air,
Now the voices he hears waft vaguely and weakly,
Then, without any reason disappear somewhere,
And the pain from the wounds now is no longer there…

He opens his eyes,
And sees a beautiful glare;
It is all around him, and the glorious sound
Is flowing right out of the gorgeous, outgoing light
That is vast, so incredible, for there is no a certain bound
Of this place, that is friendly and heavenly bright,
It is open and clear, without a disguise,
And he looks with the wonder around
With the genuine delight and surprise.

“Where am I?
And what is this place?
It is beautiful and full of grace!”
And though he did not say it aloud,
Yet his thoughts had created the sound-
Like an echo in empty space.

Then he sees,
How out of the light
Glowing figures of people appear.
With the genuine ease
They approach to the knight.
Now their faces are visually clear.
There he falls on his knees,
He is so dazed and surprised.
For there are all his friends,
And the people he knows;
From the world's far ends,
Among them even those,
Who have died a long ago.
And everyone emanates
An unearthly, fine glow.
This environment creates
Sound's beautiful flow.

“Rise from your knees,
My dear, faithful friend”
The tender voice says gently from above;
“This place is a temple of holy grace and peace,
Your earthly trials came to their end,
Now you deserve forgiveness and love!”

“Please, go and join them,
They are all your friends,
You've saved your island, kept your strong belief,
Your earthly life will live on as a poem,
But holy life in here never ends,
And you’ll no longer know a loss and grief!”

The knight stands up,
And suddenly his soul fills up
With immense happiness and joy,
Its pure undefiled alloy...

       *           *           *

He joined his friends as story says,
And there were other knights,
Who perished there on those days,
And went to their holy lights.

Through all these years,
And centuries that gone,
Unfading memory of those uneasy roads,
That faithful knights and Philip de Villiers
There passed with honour, will live on,
About who bravely fell defending island Rhodes...

        ~~~~~+++~~~~~

I used to believe that love

Was a white horse with a knight

I used to believe that happiness

Was flowers and rainbows and light

And then I discovered with a brutal blow

Life’s not a fairy tale

And there is no Boat of Ecstasy

On which you and I can sail

I was taught to look for sonnets

Chocolates and flowers

But now I’m starting to believe

In a different kind of power

I was pushed headfirst into this world

Where pain and pleasure mix

I fight to heal my bleeding heart

That nothing else can fix

I am now caught in the darkness

I question all I once believed

And despite all of the suffering

I never want to leave

A man’s built to save a girl
God‘s plan is deep inside
To save, and love, and cherish a girl
To make her soon his bride
Well I thought I’d try my luck
And so I rolled the die
But to say that loving’s easy
Would be a plain-faced lie
I set out to find a girl
In this lonely world
And found one really quick
Around her finger twirled
I would’ve been your white knight
If you had let me try
But you didn’t want me
And so my love did die
Looking back I thought of this
And I wrote to you this rhyme
To remind you how you fought me
For the entire time
If you call, I won’t hear
I’ll be with another
I’ll be her white knight, she my bride
And I will always love her.

6:00 AM and nothing to do but write,
so I will write.
I thought of you last night.
Your face glided passed my consciousness like a ghost,
Like a breeze that appears to have no source;
So were my remembrances of you.

I was your angel of light
Your knight in shining armor.
But I was deceived;
I was betrayed by my self-love
To trade my light for darkness
And my armor grew rust.

I could no longer protect you
Not even from myself
And so you left me
To die a death without you
To kill any hope of restoring my soul.

So I wandered
Further and further away
Until I grew homesick
I missed you
For home is where the heart is.
But although I wanted you back
I saw us for who we were
And the pieces of the puzzle didn’t seem to fit

So I went home
To find my Father waiting for me
He didn’t say “I told you so”
Instead, the only time I ever saw him run
Was when He ran for me
The only time I saw Him cry
Were tears of joy when I returned
He cried “This is my son! This is my boy!”
The only time I saw Him die, was when He paid my debt in full.
So tell me, whom do I love more?
Because I love Him, I love you also
For you are His as well
And I still love you,
But more than I ever have before.
May it always be.

In maiden dream I pass the night
Where man fought man with all his might
Where armoured man rode armoured steed
And chivalry was word and deed

Beneath the stars and near the lake
I waited for my love to wake
Each night we'd meet by the brook
I'd pause a moment to take a look

And there beneath the starry skies
On earth's fresh grass, my love lies
I gaze upon his handsome face
Desiring to be no other place

In silence I watch as my knight rests
Upon tender grass he has made our nest
I slip from my spot behind a tree
Beside him now on bended knee

I reach down, his face to touch
That strong, set jaw I love so much
My hand, I run, along his chest
At his waist my hand does rest

For with a stretch he begins to rise
And I look into clear, blue eyes
Gazes meet and with a smile
My heart begins to pound ere while

Tis no other place I'd rather be
Than all alone, my knight and me
For with my knight, I've found true love
That rivals brightness from above

In words whispered and secrets shared
To my dear knight, my heart lay bared
I gave him all I had to give
Yet only here our love can live

For with the stars came my knight
To be gone by morning light
So before the sun can rise above
Come, Sir Knight, and be my love